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Saturday, March 31, 2007

On Death | Kahlil Gibran

You would know the secret of death.But how shall you find itunless you seek it in the heart of life?

The owl whose night-bound eyes are blindunto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.

If you would indeed behold the spirit of death,open your heart wide unto the body of life.

For life and death are one,even as the river and the sea are one.

In the depth of your hopes and desires liesyour silent knowledge of the beyond;And like seeds dreaming beneath the snowyour heart dreams of spring.

Trust the dreams, for in them is hiddenthe gate to eternity.

Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherdwhen he stands before the kingwhose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling,that he shall wear the mark of the king?Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the windand to melt into the sun?And what is it to cease breathing,but to free the breath from its restless tides,that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

Only when you drink from the river of silenceshall you indeed sing.And when you have reached the mountain top,then you shall begin to climb.